Conall leaping from his saddle, even while his horse was still moving, turf spraying. The regent of Domhain was striding forwards. Rafe saw Edana and Halion slow, the warband behind rippling, and Halion was jumping from his saddle, too, marching towards Conall, and then they were slamming into each other, embracing, laughing, hugging, the two warbands coming to a halt only a handful of strides apart. Rafe saw Edana smiling. Halion and Conall parted. Rafe spied tears on the two brothers’ cheeks. Edana spurred her horse forwards. “Conall ben Eremon, is this your way of surrendering?” she asked
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